Handle Ur Bizness (Dj Premier Remix)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:15 duration
๐ ID: 14566872
๐ Lyrics
Check, check, check
Chorus:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel
Rah*echoes*
Verse one: Lil' Fame
What the rawdog feelin?
An author like, Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(The world stop spinnin)
The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
Chorus
Verse two: Billy Danze
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since? rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. See, gee
I'm on a mission. Look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(That can't change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
(Retality's real) Fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(Clap, clap) Get your gat
(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
Chorus
Verse Three:
Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
Dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe
Or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)
Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
Slangin out hollow slugs
(Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
*beat comes back in*
Chorus:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel
Rah*echoes*
Verse one: Lil' Fame
What the rawdog feelin?
An author like, Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(The world stop spinnin)
The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
Chorus
Verse two: Billy Danze
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since? rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. See, gee
I'm on a mission. Look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(That can't change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
(Retality's real) Fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(Clap, clap) Get your gat
(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
Chorus
Verse Three:
Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
Dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe
Or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)
Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
Slangin out hollow slugs
(Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
*beat comes back in*
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.65] Check, check, check
[00:10.63] Chorus:
[00:12.34] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[00:17.71] Billy Danze: Handle your business
[00:19.89] Can't get your grip
[00:20.74] M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
[00:24.49] Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
[00:28.83] Grip your steel
[00:29.38] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[00:29.71] Billy Danze: Handle your business
[00:30.96] Can't get your grip
[00:31.65] M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
[00:34.17] Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
[00:35.62] Back out your steel
[00:37.75] Rah*echoes*
[00:39.03] Verse one: Lil' Fame
[00:40.02] What the rawdog feelin?
[00:41.44] An author like, Terry McMillan
[00:43.90] The cat that, maniac
[00:45.30] My fam dark as death in less than a minute
[00:47.71] (The world stop spinnin)
[00:50.52] The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
[00:51.83] Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
[00:53.99] Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
[00:55.68] Look, we all for it
[00:56.77] Its the dutch burning herbalice
[00:58.45] Gallon drinkin alcoholics
[01:01.30] Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
[01:04.93] Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
[01:07.74] FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
[01:09.56] Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
[01:11.19] But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
[01:16.08] And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
[01:18.90] And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
[01:21.89] And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
[01:24.76] Chorus
[01:26.64] Verse two: Billy Danze
[01:30.09] You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
[01:32.79] WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
[01:54.73] I'm hopin that your focused on the side
[01:57.50] Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
[02:00.66] Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
[02:03.29] I've been trying to tell you that since? rocked some hardcore
[02:06.17] You don't listen. See, gee
[02:08.39] I'm on a mission. Look, be
[02:10.64] They gonna find your ass missing
[02:13.00] Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
[02:15.11] A strange, but a strong game
[02:17.79] (That can't change!)
[02:20.21] The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
[02:22.12] Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
[02:24.91] (Retality's real) Fatality's ill
[02:27.53] When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
[02:32.05] (Clap, clap) Get your gat
[02:33.60] (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
[02:34.22] Chorus
[02:36.52] Verse Three:
[02:59.15] Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
[03:00.22] Dog its' all clear
[03:01.16] Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
[03:03.00] Then the wanna doubt The Kid
[03:05.59] Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
[03:07.35] Trying to make somethin out of it
[03:09.68] Explode quicker than landmines
[03:11.79] M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
[03:13.85] Bump this in your Lex coupe
[03:16.74] Or your Lex hoop
[03:19.34] Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
[03:20.34] (The Crew)
[03:22.24] Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
[03:26.08] A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
[03:27.64] Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
[03:29.81] At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
[03:33.17] AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
[03:35.32] Slangin out hollow slugs
[03:37.62] (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
[03:39.14] I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
[03:42.26] Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
[03:44.67] *beat comes back in*
[03:50.19]
[00:10.63] Chorus:
[00:12.34] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[00:17.71] Billy Danze: Handle your business
[00:19.89] Can't get your grip
[00:20.74] M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
[00:24.49] Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
[00:28.83] Grip your steel
[00:29.38] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[00:29.71] Billy Danze: Handle your business
[00:30.96] Can't get your grip
[00:31.65] M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
[00:34.17] Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
[00:35.62] Back out your steel
[00:37.75] Rah*echoes*
[00:39.03] Verse one: Lil' Fame
[00:40.02] What the rawdog feelin?
[00:41.44] An author like, Terry McMillan
[00:43.90] The cat that, maniac
[00:45.30] My fam dark as death in less than a minute
[00:47.71] (The world stop spinnin)
[00:50.52] The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
[00:51.83] Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
[00:53.99] Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
[00:55.68] Look, we all for it
[00:56.77] Its the dutch burning herbalice
[00:58.45] Gallon drinkin alcoholics
[01:01.30] Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
[01:04.93] Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
[01:07.74] FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
[01:09.56] Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
[01:11.19] But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
[01:16.08] And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
[01:18.90] And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
[01:21.89] And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
[01:24.76] Chorus
[01:26.64] Verse two: Billy Danze
[01:30.09] You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
[01:32.79] WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
[01:54.73] I'm hopin that your focused on the side
[01:57.50] Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
[02:00.66] Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
[02:03.29] I've been trying to tell you that since? rocked some hardcore
[02:06.17] You don't listen. See, gee
[02:08.39] I'm on a mission. Look, be
[02:10.64] They gonna find your ass missing
[02:13.00] Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
[02:15.11] A strange, but a strong game
[02:17.79] (That can't change!)
[02:20.21] The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
[02:22.12] Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
[02:24.91] (Retality's real) Fatality's ill
[02:27.53] When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
[02:32.05] (Clap, clap) Get your gat
[02:33.60] (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
[02:34.22] Chorus
[02:36.52] Verse Three:
[02:59.15] Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
[03:00.22] Dog its' all clear
[03:01.16] Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
[03:03.00] Then the wanna doubt The Kid
[03:05.59] Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
[03:07.35] Trying to make somethin out of it
[03:09.68] Explode quicker than landmines
[03:11.79] M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
[03:13.85] Bump this in your Lex coupe
[03:16.74] Or your Lex hoop
[03:19.34] Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
[03:20.34] (The Crew)
[03:22.24] Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
[03:26.08] A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
[03:27.64] Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
[03:29.81] At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
[03:33.17] AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
[03:35.32] Slangin out hollow slugs
[03:37.62] (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
[03:39.14] I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
[03:42.26] Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
[03:44.67] *beat comes back in*
[03:50.19]